It All Comes Together
Saturday, April 04, 2015
It's been a long time since my music spoke to me, joined with me and added to my life with such resonance as it did today.
Most of you know how much Jackson Browne's "Alive In the World" speaks to my soul. I realized today that I have another anthem.
For my music when running I use an 8 GB Sansa Clip. Simple, small, convenient. Still use it to save from draining my cell phone. A feature it has is to "rate" songs on a one to five star basis. But who's going to put music on their mp3 player that they don't like?
Instead I use the rating system to grade music as to how much it gets me moving, pumps me up. That way when I'm working out I can choose to play only my top-rated music...i.e. the music that moves me.
Today I learned that this can be WAY relative! I knew the clip was set to play all of my music and not my top-rated music, but since it kicked off with a pretty good song I left that setting alone to see where it would take me.
The Chenango river had swollen to even greater heights. No longer were chunks of ice floating along. It was colder outside, around 40, but ample sun, blue sky and puffy clouds with the swift river churning in the same direction as I jogged alongside feeling pretty good. Nothing like sunshine to fire me up outdoors!
As I jogged along the riverwalk through the Martin Luther King, Jr. Promenade, John Lennon's "Imagine" begins. It fit in perfectly with my mood, my feeling of oneness with the sky, the river, the wildlife, the occasional people and I realized that this song encompasses so many of my core beliefs, values, hopes and dreams. I often refer to myself as one of Lennon's Dreamers. Today it felt like I was celebrating one of the major axes of my life with one of those peak moments where it all comes together with the flow of the river and my jogging and was so richly affirming.
One of the benefits of listening to music when jogging, even if the music isn't dishing up peak experiences like the above, is that it largely masks the sound of the slap, slap, slapping of my belly skin against my thighs. But not always. I had to chuckle when Huey Lewis' "Stuck With You" failed to drown out the slap and inwardly rolled my eyes and sighed: perhaps the universe was trying to tell me something? All that loose skin and I...we're kinda "stuck" with each other. Due to costs and risks of surgery, I'm not about to DO anything about it. So we ARE stuck with each other. Guess I'd better make peace with that and make the best of it, eh...?
My third day of jogging over an hour a day had me feeling pretty sore. With all due respect to Mr. Galloway, my Mr. No-Walk won out today and maintained the jog throughout our route, even some semblance of a jogging gait as I hobbled back to the fitness center. The soreness of the past three days having accumulated I decided I would do some lazy laps in the pool to stretch out and then pamper myself with 10 minutes in the hot tub...what a help that was! Still sore and WAY tired, but it's a good sore...the kind that grows muscles and strength!
Happy Easter everyone! Celebrate yourselves, your life, your SPARK!